Category Archives: Traveling

What If?

We are supposed to have some nice weather for a few days at least. When the latest snow goes away, I’ll probably have to rake more leaves, but for the time being, the reprieve is kind of nice. I’m taking … Continue reading

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Falling Back

I woke up to seven degrees on the day the windows were scheduled to go in. How fun. I did not envy these guys their job. The temperature warmed up with the sun, and the windows to be replaced were … Continue reading

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Happy Haunting

How do I start again? I mean really. No television ( or news ) for ten days. Too much fun. Too many calories. Happy happy kids all around the place. I got home and the temperature was sixty degrees different … Continue reading

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One Year Later

I don’t know which I dislike more, the boot or the crutches. Both are abominable. I do know I make a better nurse than a patient. I make a lousy patient. I’ve had some kind helpers in the last week, … Continue reading

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Roosevelt NP

Seven states, one National Park, and twenty four hundred miles later, I’m back home and glad to be here. I’m especially glad to be sleeping in my own bed again. The catch-up list is too long, but that is just … Continue reading

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Ends Well

I was driving down the Interstate with a semi in front of me and a semi to the right of him, a car to my right and another behind me, in other words, in heavy traffic. All the sudden I … Continue reading

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Rest in Peace

Oh my gosh, this month is screaming by. how? How? HOW? On the drive to Minnesota, I saw many signs of autumn, subtle, but there they are. The sumac along the roads has turned red, a harbinger of what is … Continue reading

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